It was supposed to be quick.
A knock. A request for gas money. A simple yes or no.
The man standing there was living out of his car. He had a dog. A past he couldn’t outrun. And a story that didn’t fit neatly into the categories Matt thought he understood.
What followed wasn’t dramatic. No big speeches. Just conversation. Hesitation. And a quiet invitation that could have been ignored.
It didn’t feel like much at the time.
